The Adventures of Ginger Rayne Maxen…….

Naughty Ginger stole some fishSilly Ginger got his dishDessert was best served with a bone in his teethThat he couldn’t dislodge with his hands nor his feet

So Mama Daixy called the vetTogether they chased down the frightened petFished the bone out from mouth agape Finally let him make his escape

Now Ginger lies curled up on mama’s bedQuite the adventure he has ledPerhaps now he will learn his lessonAnd stop stealing meat from out the kitchen!!!

~Daixy

LOL. I wrote this one crazy evening when I got called in from work to help with a kitty emergency. Somehow, despite my insistence that I didn’t want any more pets, the cats in the house (dogs too) have become my responsibility. And I have to say that my little Ginger can be quite the handful. From peeing on my bed (and me) on his first day, to stealing chicken from my dad’s dinner, the little bugger has now taken to mewling outside my window at 5am (on the dot!)

I know the poem is cheesy but I couldn’t resist making fun of him. Oh and the picture is of him as a kitten, tucked up in his basket. He still pulls such contortionist positions when he sleeps 😉